Saturday, March 10, 2018

10/Secrets & Lies

My pretty Aunt C. was a prize-winning cook. A new widow, she was smoking and drinking when she dozed in her chair, setting herself on fire. After the funeral, her son-in-law came to clean up. What he saw remained his secret all his wife's life. Aunt C., in her melting nightgown, had literally climbed the walls.
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